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“The three now pressed on, for there was no time to lose. The roar of the battle was increasing; reports of musketry as well as cannon rent the air, and the sharp whistling of rifle-balls could frequently be heard. Reaching a wood road, they followed this for some distance, Almia in advance, when suddenly they came upon a man sitting on the trunk of a fallen tree. He had a little blank-book in his hand, and apparently he was making calculations in it with a lead-pencil. At the sound of approaching footsteps he rose to his feet, still holding the open book in his hand. He was a moderately tall man, a little round-shouldered, and about fifty years old. He wore a soldier’s hat and coat, but his clothes were so covered with dust it was impossible to perceive to which army he belonged. He had a bushy beard, and that was also very dusty. He wore spectacles, and had a very pleasant smile, and looked from one to the other of the new-comers with much interest. ‘I hope,’ said he, speaking to the soldiers, ‘that this young woman is not your prisoner.’ ‘No, sir,’ said Almia, before the others had time to reply; ‘they are my prisoners.’ The dusty man looked at her in amazement. ‘Yes,’ said the man with the black hair; ‘she speaks the truth. We are her prisoners.’

“Rapidly Almia explained the situation, and when she had finished, the stranger nodded his head three or four times, and put his blank-book in his pocket. ‘Well, well, well,’ said he, ‘this is what might be expected from the tendency of the times! There are sixteen thousand two hundred and forty more women than men in this State, and many of them are single and have to do something. But a bushwhacker nurse! Truly I never thought of anything like that!’

“‘And you?’ asked Almia. ‘I think it is right that you should give some account of yourself. I do not ask your name, nor do I wish to know which cause you have espoused. But as you appear to be a soldier I am curious to know how you happen to be sitting by the roadside making calculations.’ ‘I am a soldier,’ answered the dusty man, ‘but, under the circumstances,’–regarding very closely the trousers of Almia’s two companions,–‘I am very glad you do not want to know to which side I belong. The facts of the case are these: I am an Exceptional Pedestrian. I am also a very earnest student of social aspects considered in their relation to topography. Yesterday, when my army halted at noon, I set out to make some investigations in connection with my favorite research, and when I returned, much later than I expected, my army had gone on, and I have not yet been able to come up to it, although I have walked a great many miles.’

“‘I should say,’ remarked the soldier with the black hair, ‘that you are a deserter.’ ‘No,’ replied the Exceptional Pedestrian, ‘I did not desert my army; it deserted me. And now I wish to say that I have become very much interested in you all, and, if there is no objection, I should like to join your company for the present.’ ‘I have no objection myself,’ said Almia, ‘but what do you say?’ she asked, addressing the two soldiers. ‘I am afraid, miss,’ replied the man with the brown hair, who had recognized some peculiarities in the fashion of the stranger’s dusty clothes, ‘that if he attempted to leave us I would be obliged to shoot him as a deserter.’ ‘And I,’ said the other, ‘would be obliged to do the same thing, because he is my enemy.’ ‘Under these circumstances,’ said the Exceptional Pedestrian, ‘I beg to insist that I be allowed to attach myself to your party.’

“Almia felt she had reason to be proud. Here were three military men who were in her power, and who could not get away from her. They were like three mice tied together by the tails, each pulling in a different direction and all remaining in the place where they had been dropped.